someday i will do laundry, but it is not this day
Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Cotton, of Polyester, my brothers! I see on your shirts the same dirt that would take the pants off me. A day may come when the colors of men fail, when we forsake our whites and break all bonds of cleanliness, but it is not this day. An hour of bleach and extra-strength detergent, when the rinse cycle comes washing down! But it is not this day! THIS DAY WE FIGHT! By all that you hold dear on this good wardrobe, I bid you stand, men of the Vest!